I often wonder if you ever think about me,
About every wonderful thing we use to be.
I often wonder about the things you do,
When I am not there with you.



Do you remember the late nights we shared?
Passionate souls we bared.
Expressing wonders through endless nights,
Wondrous feelings felt so right.



Do you remember the long days we spent,
Clasped in arms as we went,
Towards a crossroad of joy and bliss,
A Journey we thought did not exist.

I often wonder what it would be like,
To make that time lapsed hike,
Across uncharted plains where it all began,
For a chance to be yours again.

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You may only be someone in the world,
But to me, you are the world.
Wholeheartedly and without doubt,
Is that not something to wonder about?